Homeless Brother (Live)-Don McLean

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:02.62]I was walking by the graveyard [00:08.69]Late last [00:09.38]Friday night [00:12.60]I heard somebody yelling [00:14.35]It sounded like a fight [00:18.00]It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night [00:24.04]Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight [00:31.82]So often have [00:33.11]I wondered where these homeless brothers go [00:38.05]Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show [00:44.22]Where the police cannot find them [00:46.90]Where the wanted men can go [00:50.53]There's freedom when your walking [00:53.63]Even though you're walking slow [00:58.32]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can [01:04.89]That homeless brother is my friend [01:11.36]It's hard to be a pack rat [01:14.12]It's hard to be a 'bo [01:18.64]But living's so much harder where the heartless people go [01:23.73]Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know [01:30.34]That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo [01:37.96]And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill [01:44.11]And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill [01:50.26]And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill [01:56.74]And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill [02:04.49]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can [02:10.90]That homeless brother is my friend [02:17.10]Somewhere there was a woman [02:19.91]Somewhere there was a child [02:24.24]Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild [02:30.33]But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while [02:36.02]You'll find the broken hearted when you're travelling jungle style [02:43.68]Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men [02:50.05]Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again [02:56.14]Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage [02:59.97]Where madmen don't pretend [03:03.05]Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end [03:10.27]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can [03:16.88]That homeless brother is my friend [03:23.01]The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night [03:29.28]The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light [03:35.65]The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight [03:42.01]There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight [03:50.63]And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please [03:56.68]The victim of your riches often dies of your disease [04:02.88]He can't hear the factory whistle [04:05.59]Just the lonesome freight train's wheeze [04:09.89]He's living on good fortune [04:12.38]He ain't dying on his knees [04:17.26]Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can [04:23.87]That homeless brother is my friend [04:29.78]That homeless brother is my friend